I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade….and then try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party. ~Ron White
The other day I was doing a photo shoot that I’m not allowed to talk about (teehee). I’d been communicating with everyone who was collaborating for the shoot through e-mail, and was excited to finally meet everyone in person. I kind of ran through the day in my head, thinking about how I’d wear my hair in one of those trendy hair knots with an outfit that looked stylish and still functional. You know, I was doing all those girly things you do when you’re trying to make a nice impression. I should have guessed that this was a recipe for some sort of embarrassing moment, because that always seems to be the way things roll around here.
On the day of the shoot, I had those exciting little butterflies swirling around in my stomach. It had felt like we’d been planning this shoot out forever and I was happy the day was finally here! I met everyone, got to work, and tried to be as professional and fabulous as I could. At one point, everyone began to walk together towards another location, when all of the sudden it began to happen. I lost my balance mid-sentence, and felt myself tilting forward and beginning to stumble with my camera in hand and some very important people around me to see it happen.
This was not one of those trips that happened in an instant. It was the kind of fall that took about a minute to play out. There were actually many points during my fall that I thought I might not fall at all, only to begin falling again. Near the end of this stumble, I gave up and realized I was heading towards the ground no matter how hard I tried to regain my balance. I splatted face down on the floor and all of my belongings spread out in front of me. I laid there really still for a moment…perhaps because I thought if I held still enough, maybe nobody would notice me on the ground. Of course, everyone was very concerned and felt terrible that I had taken such a bad fall. I wished there had been someone around to start laughing so I could have felt a little better about things (so just as a general note, if I ever fall flat on my face in front of you, PLEASE laugh your head off. I’d really appreciate it.)
In a way, it made everyone feel a little more human. It made me feel a little more human. It also made me realize that no matter how hard I try to be cool, this may never actually happen. It seems like this may actually be a pattern with me.
A friend of mind said that at least everyone would remember me. I guess there’s always that, right? 😉